Friday, March 04, 2005

Why I like to walk the dog in the morning

There were purple crocuses clamped tight in early shadow and forsythia yellow and snowdrops swaying low. There was moss and grass and lichen rocks all shiny wet and jewels on the nose of the dog. And the light fell at an obtuse angle but not as much as yesterday. The back path looked like an Easter basket waiting for eggs.

Question: did you see it too?

mompoet - startled by beauty

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